Fractaled rancour bleeds through the lifeless mirror within which all hope sprawls, dangling from the cool draught of air to amuse us all. The black and white frames which flash unerringly, bend

they bend to an end, touched by scorching sunlight and this self induced madness Where I see the world explode into miniscule droplets of unnerving sadness But to stop would be to blunt the very stars that shine from behind a threatening stone. The yellow beams, touched by starlight, delve the shrieking tortured air, to founder in a sea of ether and a planet of fools.